wax on, wax off

Mr. Miagi would be so proud in Dookie's mastering the ways of waxing....

Dookie and Baby Sis were playing quietly in the playroom. I was working in the kitchen. Dookie thinks she's slick, quietly sneaking out of the playroom in one of those over dramatic tip-toe motions that's so slow and over exaggerated, a blind person could see her. She grabs up some paper towels, runs to the play room. She likes to clean her toy kitchen and wipe the baby's "huge, HUGE (arms spread out as wide as she can) HUGE-MOUNGOUS boogers." So, I didn't mind the theft.

A few minutes later, back she creeps, with the grace of a herd of stampeding elephants. This time she grabs one of my measuring cups, and fills it with water from the refrigerator. That's when I knew it was on like Donkey Kong. No good can come from a cup of water in a playroom.

I stick my head into the playroom to see her with one of her baby dolls. She was rubbing water on it's imaginary eyebrows and "moosestache." Then, Dookie tears a strip of paper towel and with great expertise lined it up on the eyebrow, gingerly smoothed it, then ripped it off violently.

Dookie: "Momma! LOOK WHAT I DID! I'm waxing the baby, it's way too, so much hairy. Gross!"
Momma: (laughing) "What is waxing?"
Dookie: "You know Momma, like when you're so hairy like a grown up! The lady says, (mimics accent) 'Ok, you lay down here now,' and then she rips all your hair off with a paper towel!"

To add insult to injury, she finishes the baby up with a "moosestache" wax. Then she puts on her best accent and says,

"Ok, you lay down here now," and instructs me to lay on the couch because I'm next.

I take her to the museum, to the park, to the library. I read to her constantly. I teach her how to grocery shop and to cook.  I try so hard to teach her good skills. I'm so glad that it's THIS lesson she's learned.  Awesome.

Sigh. Wax on, Wax off.